Playing became a way of escape. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Wood. She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. \"Hi Missy, have you met Lucy Albert?\" Lucy contrived a smile.
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